After bidding farewell to the excited Wu Shengjing, Ning Zheng walked through the various construction sites around the factory, greeting the workers one by one.
He then inspected the recently updated vocational districts and checked how the goods in the various shops were selling.
After studying them carefully,
he discovered that the Leek Street Lamps were actually hanging upside down from the Mountain Villa's protective shield in the sky, serving as stars to monitor the land below.
This capitalist was keeping a strict watch over those brick-hauling workers.
"Hey, you over there. Still slacking off?"
"Maliciously dying of exhaustion will get your wages docked!"
"You lying on the ground—if you can't hold out, jump into the forging furnace. Our construction site has no need for useless trash that rests for more than a minute!"
The lamps shouted one after another, constantly urging the construction onward.
Ning Zheng was rendered somewhat speechless.
Back then, Jiu Sui had used the stars, sun, and moon to oversee the world.
But now, times had changed. Their Sword Forging Manor had its own stars, sun, and moon, yet they were exploiting the poor laborers below.
One set of stars was in charge of supervising the work, while the sun and moon were in charge of roasting them under the blazing light.
That was a little too heartless.
He had originally wanted to put a stop to such heartless behavior. After all, once other natives were allowed in later, seeing this scene would damage the Mountain Villa's image a little too much.
But after reconsidering it, he felt that stopping them probably would not help.
These blacksmiths were already laughing and joking around. Once the native blacksmiths who came in later spent two days with them,
they would have no image left at all.
Ning Zheng